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It’s been eight months since I’ve had a slice of bread, a piece of cake, or pancakes. Wait, that’s not quite right. I did eat bread made with almond flour, the cheese part of a cheesecake and buckwheat crepes. What…
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It dawned on me only last year that I am an adult who has to deal with adult problems — I am thirty three. I am lucky, aren’t I? To have had thirty two years of, well, not absolute unperturbed…
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In the past two months I’ve come to realize that the speed of my writing on the topic of motherhood is directly proportional to my level of exhaustion. A ton of work, sleepless nights, cranky toddler? I type away into…
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Cooking other people’s recipes is a joy. Because once you make it, it feels almost like the amazing result belongs to you wholly. You were the one who went out and did groceries. You peeled, and washed, and cut, and…
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A few weeks before leaving Nuremberg for Hamburg, I frenziedly booked dinners at my favorite restaurants, ran around the Old Town soaking up every detail close to my heart, and looked for souvenirs that would remind me of the city…
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I live within fifteen minutes walk from Nuremberg Old Town. It’s incredible how being so close to beauty, so immersed in history makes it feel almost ordinary. Why yes, I had my lunch at the restaurant that’s been serving bratwurst…
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The toughest part about moving to Hamburg — apart from unpacking dozens of boxes and going through bureaucratic hell — is figuring out where to buy my vegetables. In Nuremberg, I knew exactly where to go if I needed strawberries…
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We moved to Hamburg. I wish I wrote this piece on the train, on the way to the city that should become my — yet again — new home. Alas, in the train I was busy running after Kroshka, who…
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How much do you know about Nuremberg? Whatever your answer is, I bet, you know more than I did three years ago, when I moved here. The only association I had with the city was Nuremberg trials, a vague memory…
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I’ve been slightly obsessed with greens lately (case in point: this beet leaves pesto, this sorrel soup, and the carrot top pesto I am about to tell you all about). Can you blame me? It’s summer and I happen to…
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